Within the phone booth, there was only a telephone, without a screen or any recording devices. Hanging on the desk was a phone book listing various government agencies and the customer service numbers of hundreds of companies, big and small. Yu Liang searched through it and quickly found the anonymous tip line for the "Ghost Management Authority."
"Hello? I'd like to make a report," Yu Liang pressed the voice changer button on the phone and quickly conveyed the information he wanted to share with the authority once the call connected, "There's a new type of ghost appearing at the Golden Arena, and there's a curse written near the bodies at the crime scene. Anyone who reads that sentence and thinks of sex will turn into a ghost, secreting a large amount of white filthy liquid. Already, three enforcers have been transformed into new ghosts. Please prohibit the spread of this curse and provide the enforcers with psychological suggestions to reduce unnecessary sexual associations."
